Chapter Fourteen

Charlie

“ I ’ll be right back,” Trent yelled over the music.

“Where are you going?”

“To get rid of the beer.” He patted his belly.

“I’ll go with you.”

We wobbled through the theater to the empty bathroom in the corridor.

After years of practice, I could use my STP packer at urinals without drawing attention, but this time, I had an interested viewer.

“It’s like the one you’ve seen me using earlier but with a hole inside to pee,” I explained to Trent who was peeking over the tiny wall partition, his cheeks pink from exertion.

“Are you wearing a harness?”

“Yup.” I joined him at the sink to wash my hands.

“Fuck. That made me hard. I’m sor—”

I put my finger against his lips. “I love your libido. And I’m ready to satisfy it.”

“Really?” His eyes sparkled with interest. “But we’ll miss the concert.”

“Only a few songs.” I shrugged and led him to a stall.

Trent’s grin was one of a horny boi getting what he wanted. And fuck if that didn’t make me smile in return.

“Tell me what to do.”

I flicked his nipple through the t-shirt. “Ass out. Brace yourself on the stall wall. I need access to you from the side so I can see your face but reach your hole.”

With a needy whimper, Trent followed the instructions to the T. He was such a natural submissive, I could play with him any time of day or night and never get bored. His cock was dripping pre-cum, so I gathered a drop on my finger and licked it. An idea popped into my head and I shelved it for another occasion.

“Remember the strawberry lube?” I fished out my wallet and pulled out a packet shaped like a credit card. Breaking it in half, I squeezed the clear substance out, releasing a sweet, artificial scent into the air.

“You got this for me?” Trent lifted his t-shirt to stroke his nipple.

I lowered his shorts to his mid-calf, the fabric binding of his legs working as well as any cuffs would.

“Of course. You’re my strawberry flavored Cupcake.” I kissed him, but broke away when he moved. He was stroking his dick in long moves I could watch for hours. But not today. “No touching.” I swatted his hand. “Your cock is mine to order around…tonight.” Although controlling all of Trent’s orgasms would be a dream.

Trent nodded and groaned, sending pre-cum dripping to the floor. “Talking like that is making me hornier. My dick is yours and you can command it anytime you want. All the time, if it was up to me. Text me when I should jerk off and I will. When I can’t touch it, I’ll try my best. Although a cage would help with that one.”

“Stop reading my mind.” I squished out some lube and circled Trent’s rim with my finger, wishing I had time to lick it now. I’d do that later.

“Oh babe, really? Ah!” He pushed back and seated himself on my digit. His moan echoed in the bathroom, the guttural sound making me wet and my t-dick throb. Since taking T, I haven’t gotten very wet, but my reaction to Trent was more intense than my usual arousal.

“Yes. I’ll own your orgasms and train you to come when I tell you to, so I can call you and listen to you jerk off before you go to sleep every night.” I added a second finger and fucked his hole with them. The lube made a squelching noise, but the squeak of the bathroom door opening was louder.

We both froze. I put a finger of my free hand on my lips.

I rolled his t-shirt up and stuffed the bottom in his mouth, revealing his chest.

Trent bit into the fabric, keeping his moans in.

I kept fingering him, going in and out smoothly, while I flicked his nipple with the other hand.

Trent’s hooded gaze and stifled whimpers told me he didn’t mind the turn of events.

I held his crown in my hand, playing with his pre-cum while continuing to stretch him.

The sounds of someone taking a leak at the urinal carried in the tiled space, adding to the thrill of being found out. Trent’s struggle was visible in his pink cheeks and how hard he was biting the t-shirt. But I wasn’t sure what the bigger task was—staying quiet or not coming.

I flicked his nipple as I made small movements with my fingers in his ass, then I used leftover lube to jerk his cock languidly. Its girth matched Trent’s build, proving I wasn’t ready to take Trent’s dick in my ass on a good day. Maybe in time, if I used toys more often, I could work up to it. Or maybe we could stretch each other until he’d be ready for my larger cocks and I for his? Now that’s a conversation I was looking forward to.

Footsteps and a creak of the door signaled the person was leaving, but it was the muttered “perverts” that confirmed it.

I snorted a laugh and wiggled a third finger into Trent.

He wailed and released the t-shirt he’d been biting on. “You’re so evil. I love it.”

“That’s my good boy. Now come for me.”

Jerking his dick faster, I stretched his hole, loving the eagerness with which he was fucking himself on my fingers. On a gasp that sounded like my name, Trent let out a ribbon of cum against the wall, then another. I caught most of it, but some dripped to the floor.

Braced on the stall’s flimsy wall, Trent met my gaze. Holding it, I lifted my palm to my lips and licked it clean.

Trent groaned. “That’s so hot.”

I kissed him, sharing his cum with him. His tongue swirled around mine, proving how he wasn’t afraid of trying new things. Even if it was his own spunk.

I handed him some paper to wipe the excess of lube. “Do you have those lollipops on you?”

“Yeah, in my pocket.” He reached down to his shorts and took out a lollipop in a strawberry-patterned wrapper.

I unwrapped it and swirled the round head of it in the remnants of Trent’s cum on the crown of his cock.

“What are you—? Oh.” He hissed as I fondled his post-orgasm sensitive dick and tucked it into his pants.

With a smirk, I popped the lollipop in my mouth and exited the stall. Trent always bit them, but I was about to suck on mine to remind him what we’ve just done until the end of the show.

“That card-like lube packet was handy. And the smell is so good.” Trent reordered his shorts. “But my glazed donut is still sticky.”

“Your what?” I snorted out a laugh as we walked through the corridor.

He leaned in and whispered into my ear. “You glazed my donut with strawberry icing.”

Well-fucked Trent was visibly less anxious, reaching for my hand in a lazy way, not as a lifeline to ground himself.

Giggling like naughty teenagers, we turned to our seats. The sheer joy bubbling in me was fueled more by the man next to me than my favorite band’s concert. And that said a lot about how addicted I was getting to Trent. I had zero regrets and many plans to spend more time with him.